The lawyer began explaining the records again.
I listened without interrupting.
He showed me where the documents related to the earlier adoption attempts.
I tried to follow everything.
There were details I didn't understand immediately.
Whenever that happened, I asked him to explain.
I didn't want to leave with more confusion than I had brought into the room.
I asked about the five families.
He explained that their withdrawal from the adoption process was the reason these records had become so important to our discussion.
I looked down at the folder.
I remembered hearing about those families at the group home.
Back then, I had felt sorry for Lily.
I hadn't understood why anyone would walk away from her.
Now I was sitting in a lawyer's office trying to understand the same thing.
I asked whether the additional records contained the reasons for their decisions.
He indicated that the documents were connected to those previous attempts.
I wanted to know what each family had been told.
I wanted to know whether there had been information about Lily that I hadn't received.
And I wanted to know why the original records hadn't contained these papers.
The lawyer continued reviewing the documents.
He was careful with his explanations.
I appreciated that, even though the process was difficult.
I looked at the pages again.
There was something deeply uncomfortable about seeing my daughter's history spread across a desk.
I wished I could simply take her home and never have to think about any of it.
But that wouldn't have been right.
I needed to understand.
I asked him what he believed the most important part of the discovery was.
He looked down at the folder.
Then he returned to the page I had been unable to forget.
The third page.
I remembered how my eyes had stopped there during our first meeting.
I remembered my hands shaking.
I remembered asking how anyone could have hidden the information from me.
Now I was looking at it again.
I tried to read it calmly.
I moved my finger along the lines.
I wanted to understand the words rather than react to the fear they created.
The lawyer waited.
I looked up.
"Why wasn't I given this information before the adoption?"
He explained that this was one of the questions he was still examining.
I felt disappointed.
I had hoped that by now he would have a complete explanation.
But I understood that he couldn't give me answers he hadn't established.
I looked at the folder again.
I had come into his office wanting to know why five families had withdrawn.
I still wanted that answer.
But I also wanted to know whether the missing information had affected the way I had been able to make decisions.
I was Lily's mother.
I wasn't going to stop asking.
The lawyer closed one section of the folder and placed it beside the others.
He told me that the documents would need to be considered carefully.
I nodded.
I was beginning to understand that the answers would depend on the actual records.
Not on what I feared.
Not on what I imagined.
On what could be established.
That was what I wanted.
Click here to continue reading: PART 19: I Returned to the Page That Had Frightened Me, Knowing That Whatever It Contained, Lily Was Never to Blame
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